The feeling of nervous anticipation in the room was tangible. The ideas sat on couches, stood on the floor, lay down in gray matter, all watching the TV with wide, hopeful eyes.

On screen there was a man, all giant smiling teeth and microphone, ostentatiously jerking his hand up and down at a huge wheel behind him. “Who will be our next lucky idea? One of you could start a bestseller – one of you could become an acclaimed masterpiece – one of you – “

Everyone else in the room watching finished the sentence with him. “Could become a winner! Get on with it.”

As if he heard them, the man’s fake smile shrank a tiny amount and he walked over to the wheel.

Slowly at first, but gaining momentum, the wheel started to turn. Ideas prayed it would land on their names…faster…faster….

It stopped.

“Oh, thank God!” someone in the room screamed. She jumped up and sprinted out the door. “Oh, thank you, thank you!”

Everyone clapped, but they sighed a little. They would have to wait longer in the subconscious.